Dream sings…reality listens


La Rochelle, Allons En France 2010

This world is not strong enough to bind our dreams… as well see them come true. So many things change our lives whether good and bad but always it gives something for sure….

There’s a difference between movie and life… we know when the story starts and somehow it’s gonna reach to the end… this is uncertain in life… we discover it late that life has already started and never know when it reaches to the end….

I know my blogger friends were waiting for long to see the end of the story that I was carrying with me…

Yes!! I won the competition “Allons En France 2010” from Bangladesh!!! I was awarded a 10 days trip to France where I met 170 mates from 90 different countries… Standing with the whole world….

July 7th to July 17th, not a dream cause my eyes were hardly closed or It was like an illusion from where a person forgets to neither look back nor front.

Think, Being friend with unfamiliar streets but not sensing they are not yours, seeing so many unknown smiling faces looking at you & discovering yourself smiling as well, swallowing anonymous foods with a funny face and saying “It’s nice”, finding so strange when you see the golden evening sky after 9:00PM, being in hundred people wearing same t-shirt and screaming in one voice, sharing your deepest secret with the person you didn’t know before 5 minutes, Calling people by their names you hardly can pronounce, talking with your own by standing in front of Eiffel tower that you only saw in pictures or movies or finding so hard to say Good bye to the friends who were your family for last 10 days that gave you touch of thousand years….

But those flying clouds painted on the blue sky seemed very familiar to me; they gazed me like they followed from my native hanging window. I heard the wind blow also whispers over there, as they do always on my way back to home; I saw the sleeping child and the beloved glance of his mother at the metro, even I saw little girl to collect cute snails on the seashore of La Rochelle, I saw the wondering hope in their eyes, search for peace in their silence and moment of happiness…. All the same like us….

It’s quite obvious that I’m supposed to share my enlightening experience of those French days… but may be it’s not worth to recall the moments and paint them the same, but to take the grain and saw one more seed to grow…

Last for now but not for long…


Often I remember a memory of my childhood, sometimes after dinner I used to sit on chair of our veranda with some fruits. We lived in a staff quarter in that time. The veranda was open as there were no metal grills like today. I used to sit there, take the fruits and see the open sky above and think so many strange things. Sometimes, my mom used to sit there by taking me on her. Often I asked a question “Mom… Has anybody ever visited moon?”

She used to answer, “Yes, some American guys did”

Then I used to say “ Ok! Then I won’t go there. Has anybody ever visited stars?”

She used to reply “Nop, till now nobody could”

Then I used to smile and say “I’ll visit the starts when I’ll be grown up and I’ll bring one for you”

My mom used to laugh and say “Why my son has to go there, my baby itself a Star, shinier than those”

How stupid I was, I used to tell this to my school friends that I’m a shinier star than those stars they see at the night sky. This is something that I often remember and smile. But till now, somehow my childish mind believes those words and inspires like anything.

It was a wonderful journey till today, it’s not always important to take life as a race. Because if it’s a race, I have to run, and if I run than I can lose so many things that I could get by walking. Someone said “Always try to take the pleasure from small moments, after someday just look back, you’ll find them bigger”… Yes!! It’s true, if I try to win something I’ve to know how to defeat others. But if I try to achieve something I’ve to be passionate about that….

This blog was made for a particular achievement… but you know what?? Already I’ve achieved something that exceeds the power of everything.

Achieved the ability to express

Achieved the way to explore

Achieved the eyes to see the world

Achieved the mirror to show the world

Achieved the words to respect

Achieved the heart to achieve respect

Achieved the smile to appreciate

Achieved the humble to be appreciated

Achieved the truth to love humanity

Achieved the vote to be in humanity

Achieved the love of friends who made my existence

Achieved the way to thank those friends for making my existence

Yes!! I Achieved…

Achieved my Existence….

Achieved my meaning…

Achieved my Love…

Achieved me…

I’m just a little shiny star for my mother…

And a seed for the world that just broke the ground and wondering so meet the nature…

I’ll finish for now with last 4 lines

“Sky makes me feel sometimes,

I didn’t have to grow,

As the eagle leaves the nest,

It got so far to go!!”

A window to look back…


“Yesterday… all my troubles seemed so far away… now it looks as though they’re here to stay…ohh I believe in Yesterday…♪…mmm…” The legendary song form the English rock band The Beatles… Yesterday…. Such a wonderful and touchy part of life that always walks with us… it’s something where we never can get back but somewhere we always want to belong… or its a smile that you put yourself by tasting those memories and feeling like stupid when people laugh out that you are smiling without any reason… Yesterday… 1991… Dhaka…Bangladesh Not a very busy place but busy… Roads are very open… You can find enough green wherever you look… You can breathe in by blowing your heart till it gets filled…. You can hear the sweet song of the birds if you come out for a morning walk… One thing that you might never see again that is the “Baby-Taxi” with yellow and black combined which was the only standard vehicle for little long distance journey within Dhaka…

Alliance Française Road 1991

Alliance Française Road 2010

Alliance Francaise Road 2010

What about Alliance Française?? It seemed more like a Myth when I was checking out the pictures of those golden times…. She was beautiful as a term of olden splendor. She had everything in that time like we have today, a glowing Admission Office, A pleasant library, a café full of life, and the jam-packed classes with the latest technology of that time… but that was the Yesterday where everything is so touchy… Since Alliance is in this country from 1959, I’m just starting to look back from time of my birth….

Alliance Francaise Front 1991

Alliance Francaise Front 1991

Alliance Francaise Front 2010 19 years… so many things got changed, updated or may be forgotten… & most important this the time of my belongingness in this earth so far… 19 Years!! I’m Really Thankful to Mr. Faizul Kabir Sir who managed me these Golden time photographs in just an asking. Mr. Zia Hyder Sir who explained me the history and all the photographs very delightfully that drived me in 1991… according to his words I’m just walking through here… I’m just standing on 2010 and looking back to 1991…with these precious photographs… through the smoky time… Photographs section#1 The Reception

Alliance Française Reciption 1991

The admission office was in 2nd floor, Yes!! It was one of the modern receptions of that time. Even then, they used to put all the arts on interior. The big worldmap in backside, historical photographs, colorful books… That place is now the Classical Guitar Class… But I really feel crazy to see the metal window, that gives the real taste of oldies… and I feel wonder to know, in 1991 that place was as busy as today… Now I really feel lucky that whenever I want I can go and take a look… now the admission office is in ground floor straight ahead to the main gate…the place shines with golden illumination, Colorful Catalogs, Different books and the traditional Photography’s. Now the place is much bigger, two PC is there, colorful file folders. But still the touch of oldies. Photographs Section#2 The Café (La Viranda) and Parties

Alliance Française Cafe 1991

Alliance Française Cafe 2010

Alliance Française cafe 1991 (Front)

Alliance Française cafe 2010 (Front)

jazz night 1991

Disco night 2010

This is the place of folklore we often think but can’t draw exactly. The old steel chairs, a café desk made of wood and bamboo, metal cashbox, Millat ceiling fans (Millat was the only one Brand of ceiling fan of that time) and old lightings… even in that time, the magazines and current posters were there… The early 90’s jazz night, Every Thursday night there was Jazz night in Alliance Française, Even the drinks were also made with tradition of Jazz music… Yes!! in 1991, Jazz night with mono speaker, keyboard, guitar, candles, friends and so many things you may mix yourself as you are in folklore. By keeping the tradition of jazz, today we meet 5 photographs of jazz music legends just after entering the café. Now this place is somewhere light and darkness plays hide and seek. You’ll never know when your heart got colorful after entering the café we have today. We have everything new now, new view, new arts, new chairs, new tables, new food items, new architectures. Since we don’t have the jazz night now, but we have the Disco nights. Full of excitements, best sound systems with a great Dj Mr. Faizul Kabir. Everything is new!! Fulfilled!! If something is old, that is Mr. Francis Biswas, who’s the café in charge from uncounted years…really I don’t know… Photographs Section#3 The Library

Library 1991

Library 2010

Librarian 1991, Shirin roja

Librarian 2010, Zia Hyder Khan

Library 1991

Library 2010

Now days, Library is the most stunning place of Alliance Française as I’ve dedicated a solo post on library. Although in 1991, it was one of the best libraries in Dhaka. Even that time, the collection was huge with famous French Books, English books, magazines, video tapes and audio tapes. Even the historical photographs weren’t missing. The wooden bookshelves, long arrangements, pale wall paints, and the old charger light on the desk, gives a real flavor of prehistoric times… wow…how the time was… The lady in the picture of 1991 is Miss. Shirin roja, who was the librarian of that time. Finding this name was so tough today. Do you know who found this name for me?? Mr. Zia Haider Khan, the current librarian of Alliance Française. Even he is working here from 1997 and he was a French student of 1991. Today’s library is the multimedia library; even everything is customized to keep the flavor of the art and conformability. Even the sitting arrangements for the readers are kept in old flavor with new style. That time there was tree tubs around the chairs to feel in a naturalistic theme, now we don’t have that inside. But we sit in a table from where the total garden and lawn view is clear, where the sunshine falls on the page and talks with the alphabets of our book. This is a place ever old like gold and new like glitters. Photographs Section#4 The Gallery

Gallery 1991

zoom gallery 2010

La Gallerie 2010

Most often I make mistake to write ‘Gallery’ as I’m quite habituated with ‘Gallarie’ now days. In 1991, Gallery would rather mean a lot in Dhaka, if cultural institute had its own. I don’t know exact where the gallery was in that time, but it was a place of real social art promotion that I know. In that time, maybe we had only the zoom gallery, though we have today. But today we also got a large gallery with the best lightings I’ve ever seen. This is the place where people loose themselves in silence and depth. Even in the photo of 1991, you can see the best lighting outputs of that time… Photographs Section#5 The Auditorium and movie festivals

Auditorium 1991

auditorium 2010 Yes in that time there was an own auditorium of AFD and movie fastivals were also there. Most exiting even that time, the chairs of the auditorum were customized as they can be moved anytime they needed. Now we got a colorful and latest cutomized auditorium where evey Friday evening students comes to enjoy french movies. I’m really unlucky that I couldn’t magange my time to enjoy a movie there till now for my stupid life schedule. But hope to join there soon. Photographs Section#6 Technologies

CESTI, Ms. Myriam 1991

Assistant Director of Pedagogical, Faizul Kabir 2010 (this picture only realtes the office beauty not the work..lol)

This is really something I’m feeling great to share, in 1991; they had CESTI, Ms. Myriam. Who had a DOS mode computer as we can see on the photograph. Now days, uncounted latest computers are there. But in that time a computer meant a lot here. Now we don’t have CESTI. But at least we have the memories of Ms. Myriam. Today we have TV, VCD; even our teachers enter class with their own laptop where all the lessons are prepared. But that time, they used Video tapes and audio tapes for lessons. But the TV was there. Most exciting thing is I found 1 machine in some pictures I’ve never seen. Later on Mr. Zia said, that is Magnetophone (Barthe Edu). That was the player by which they played the audio and video lesions. Most shocking those things appeared from France in that time. Even we have the same thing today in our class but it’s the 2010 edition. Photographs Section#7 Classes

Alliance Française Class room 1991

Theater Class 1991

Violin Class 2010

latin Dance Class 2010

Often people think Alliance Française is place where they can learn French language. They are right but not exactly. Cause if somewhere, we can get the full lunch with a great number of dishes, we can’t think of only the rice. From that time Alliance teaches different types of creative and cultural courses they offer today. Beside French there were theater class, drawing Class, Photography class and may be more I couldn’t know. Now we got several new courses by the grace of time like Latin Dance, western Classical guitar, Violin, Interior.

photography Class 1991, Mr. Mujubur Rhman

photography Class 1991, Mr. Mujubur Rhman

photography Class 2010, Mr. Mujubur Rhman

photography Class 2010, Mr. Mujubur Rhman How will you feel if you left someone 23 years ago in a class room, after travelling the whole world, doing so many things, when you got back, saw the person still standing there with a smile and teaching your children. How you should feel??? Yes!! The person in this picture of 1991 is Mr. Mujibur rahman who’s teaching photography. And in the Picture of 2010, this is same person sitting over there. Teaching Photography… Generation to Generation… since 1987… People may fall in love with Paris or London or New York… they can call these places by their own given name… so who doesn’t allow me to fall in love with this place and call her “May Queen”… she got history, she got beauty, she got wisdom, Knowledge, loyalty, festivity and so many generous and kind children… Time Changes so many things… Everything is not changed here, cause it’s not possible here. Still when you’ll walk through this place you’ll surely feel the footsteps of your Grandpa beside… walking with you… whispering the tales… This is the belief of here… where dream and life walks together…. Even I feel sometime, the dust I’m carrying on my shoes, It can be some filth of those dust laid on the floor of 1991, who knows? Who cares? I care… I care to think like that… & I feel fantasized to think like that… Alliance Française…May Queen….

Library…Alliance Française…


 

Alliance Française de Dacca- Library view from lawn

Walking through the seaside, I could feel the whisper of the tidy wind, how strong and beautiful they are, & how tiny I’m, simply a human with a dress named “life”…lolz

Yes, the same way I felt when I entered the library of Alliance Française, her library that not only a library, seems more like an ocean, … it’s a place where people falls in illusion, illusion of knowledge, illusion of art… illusion of Française…

A large place where color runs books to books, whole place is vivid with golden illumination where you could find yourself made of gold. And most special, every area is divided in such way that you could find everything very easily, at a time I won’t find the place divided… Yes, it’s true…

I Heard, more than 6,000 books there. As mass of the books are in French but there are books in English and in Bangla too. The multimedia collection of the library has more than 1,100 feature films, documentaries as well as popular children’s animation films (available on DVDs and Videocassettes). The Library has around 600 musical CDs (French and International classical, Pop, Jazz, Traditional etc.). The collection has more than 300 recent and old French Pop, Rock, Reggae and Rap music. The collection includes literary books (novels, poetry and plays), books on social sciences (history, religion, philosophy) and a wide range of books on art, photography and architecture. On a more entertaining note, there are also comics, thrillers and science-fiction books. When it comes to current affairs, you can keep yourself updated with 27 magazines and 4 journals from France, the library is subscribed to Beginners (those who have just started learning French) can choose from the variety of children’s books and a series of books of easy French that comes with audiocassettes and CDs. Children will find comics, storybooks (both in French and in English) etc. (from the website: www.afdacca.org)

Alliance Française de Dacca- Library

The thing attracts me much, the reading table of the library is really somewhere you’d feel like a writer more than a reader. Yes, beside the window a small table, a sweet table lamp, a French Dictionary. On the other side of the window there’s a lawn where green trees dance with the wind blow… I’m sure if you sit there with a pen an paper, you would rather come up with a piece of poem…

 

Alliance Française de Dacca- Study Table

Even in each & every corner of the library, there’s a photograph or something that relates to art…

50th Anniversary de Alliance Françsise


50th Anniversary of alliace Francaise

Got a chance to be a guest of her 50th Birthday…50th anniversary of Alliance Française … still I can remember, I was so exited that glancing out the invitation card again and again as I’m a child who’s checking his new toy…

When I reached there, it was dawn time, again my most favorite time of a day. Entered and smiled, Rose garden, it was the place they had chosen, again I couldn’t find where am I, it was a palace that anyone of this country won’t believe that is in Bangladesh. I just don’t know how she creates such environment like you’ll get in fantasy in 2-3 second of difference. A big beautiful palace, red carpet, green lawn, Greek sculptures(seems more like that), live instrumentals, so many glowing glad faces, May Queen, Alliance Française… Hardly had I known 3-4 persons there and they were the administration personnel, but I didn’t feel lonely. I was walking and seeing how they were swinging in joy with the instrumental rhythms,

The rose garden

Rose garden Dhaka, Photography By:Samiul Alam

Saw our Director Mam Saliha Lefevre, wearing rose-red saari. Especially as a Bangladeshi, It really grants honor see a French lady in Bangladeshi costume. I was thinking about her principle of choice that how she familiarized with us… with the Bangladeshis…

There was our Information minister Abul Kalam Azad who was the chief guest of the programme, also attended by French ambassador Charley Causeret, the Foundation Alliance Francaise secretary general Jean-Claude Jacq and Alliance Francaise de Dhaka president Abdul Muyeed Chowdhury… I was feeling very tiny over there to see so many honorable guests and expensive cars. But the smile of an unknown French lady that meant to me, didn’t allow my heart to feel that tiny…

The French photographer

After instrumental there was a cultural dance performed that I really enjoyed. The drinks and French dinners were serving frequently… sad but true, I was really so busy in viewing environs that I couldn’t really focus on the foods. I was wondering to see, everyone was so happy…so glad to see each other. They were talking, smiling… laughing… I couldn’t find anything artificial in the way they were socialized there. How wonderful!!

After the sunset it was a mass surprise there, when the French troupe Les Quidams began their unconventional performance. I heard the name of that particular perform was first-ever Herbert’s dream… it started with a suspicious intense music when I saw four white attire covered tall humans are coming closer. They were designed at least 10 feet tall… when they were walking in the crowd; among the music it was looking like they are walking though a long sunny desert… I felt my eyes are also filled with sand… suddenly they started to search something… the audience were also very curious to find what they are finding…lolz… sometimes they were talking with each other without any sound which was so dramatic, sometimes they were blowing themselves… with the music it was so alive… It took more attention when they turned into a big blown shape… WOW…

The walking troupe

Believe me, that performance took 100% attention of 100% audience…

And after that we lost into sea… there was a big balloon wrapped in the lawn, they went there and… I really amazed that they made a jelly fish which was going up and suddenly falling down… amazing!!!

The jelly Fish

And after that they gave the big ball shape balloon to the people and left the lawn… I saw each and every person was looking to them till the last second of their visibility on the lawn… Yes…It was a dream… cause here, dreams and reality stands together…

I saw everyone was standing together by touching shoulders…hands… in the pigment of light, it was looking like a small pond of joy with so many multicolored fishes… all of them were smiling, laughing…as if they left all the pains and sorrows of life…standing somewhere in a corner of the party, someone’s smiling too…He was smiling cause he learned to smile…that really means to smile… and that someone was ‘Me’

I took I more glance and left the palace as it was over…

I didn’t take any bus or taxi as I was really feeling good to walk on down the road, burned a cigarette in between my fingers, and my tall shadow was walking with me, it was looking really wonderful in the sodium light… my lips started to whistle very calmly and my eyes looked to the horizon….

I wasn’t thinking it’s a new experience in my l life, but it was a message to me. If you ask me “If you get a chance to exchange your city with anywhere in this world, what will be that place?” I would answer “Paris” before finishing your question. I know, The answer was straight enough. But that day my answer got changed. Now I would answer “This world is like our mother’s heart, whichever part you go; at last it’ll be full of love”. Though the answer is a bit comprehensive then the pervious one but it’s complete. Everywhere in this world is beautiful, but its own way. Just we need the eyes to see, heart to feel and sense to smile…

Smile…

Sourire, The Best French word

Adrien Passelande, A French Teaching Artist


Yes, it’s possible to explore the world by sitting in a four walled room… only if we believe those walls can’t bind our souls. When everyone was busy in gossiping, I saw one tall shadow in front of the door getting closer, & then he entered with a charming shout “Bonsoooir’ like everyday, suddenly everyone got charged & eagerly watching to his face… as the sunflowers move their faces with the new sunrise…that charming shout also kills my tiredness of 9 hours working time that I have before every class…

Adrien Passelande

Our French teacher or a teaching artist…

a tall man in t-shirt, jeans and brown snickers… curly hair, little beard and the most striking white glass in eyes… acts, dances, sings and smiles…

Takes us far away of this tiring world where only imagination stays… & we travel…sometimes in a French shopping mall, or a movie premier, or in a French disco or sometimes to find out the thief in a police station. Lolz… exploring through the French Creators and creations… in French

Even we are not allowed to speak in English or native Bengal… though we are in the very 1st course…

Even though we communicate… in French… because we got the belief that how badly we fall he’s always there to pull us and give the power to walk…

That day, He wrote so many numbers in the board and came to me with two erasers. I was confused when he was asking me to choose one, Blue or Green. I took Green. Lolz… it was a game. He divided us into two groups, Blue and Green. He’s goona tell the numbers in French and we have to erase that. The person who can erase 1st gonna get 1 point for his/her group. It was a really interesting game and main thing is we never feel that we are studying something. He made a colorful world here with us… & I won’t say it’s a little world… cause it’s a new world everyday… with new colors… new ways to walk… new taste… with old friends…

Before joining Alliance, some people told me “French is so tough to learn”.

But you know what I got from Adrien’s teaching style?

French is more ‘acquiring’ than learning. Cause it’s more than a language. It’s an emotion or a feeling that really goes or comes from the deepest part of the heart. May be this line is sounding unusual or like a dreamer. But, Yes!! Whatever you think, here dream and life belongs together… French made that… He made that… & we made that…

Got 1 more lesson in life, a teacher is not that person who teaches us the daily lessons; a teacher is someone who puts a mirror in front of us and guides to find our own that was ever sleeping inside us.

Adrien Passelande…

A French teaching Artist…

Yes!! An inspiration…

Acts, dances, sings and smiles… 🙂

Spring Clean for the May Queen…


Those waters weren’t bothering me, they were poking bellow my jeans but I was really enjoying their babbling. The roads were wet and started to reflect uncountable lights over them as if they are really happy to be kissed by the clouds after long days of winter, & I have 5 minutes walking ways to reach her. I was enjoying my road that takes me to see my May Queen in a rainy day. When I arrived Alliance Française was really looking like sleeping baby, those rain waters made her white skin brighter and the red sheds were glowing in the dawn.

Uuuu…. It makes me wonder…

Those violin students were getting out after their classes, students of so many ages, children, teenagers, adults… even saw one old guy, but the strange thing they were talking with each other such way I wasn’t seemed they got a huge age difference… suddenly I was claiming myself as a stupid… COME ON!! In our class we do the same, we also got students of so many different ages… this is the another belief of Alliance…

Reached 3rd floor and saw my French teacher Adrien Passelande trough the glass, he was taking another class. Somehow his eyes glanced at me & spoke something from there with a smile. I felt somewhere in my heart it marked “Bonjour”, I wrote in my heart the same and send again to him with a smile. He took it and focused again to his class. It was a 5 second event, but this is the way of communication here.

Heart to eyes and eyes to heart…

I reached my class room & nobody was there. I sat alone and really enjoying the time to come my friends. The “tick-tuck” sound of the clock was sounding like its going backward as I looked at the black and white photograph outside…

Aroma, takes me to France…


Feeling happy to see my home and I was walking little fast to reach quickly, cause I was so tired after moving the whole day. Noticed the smile of the watchman and entered the elevator.

WOW… again!!!

A sweet and charming fragrance seized my tiredness & threw somewhere. It’s a lady who left the elevator about 3-4 minutes ago but still her aroma was whispering her tales. Every time I smell it and try to draw that lady till I reach to 5th floor, my home. May be someday I’ll be successful in this sweet mysterious mission….

Fragrance… wraps us with prudence that pierces through our nose and flows direct to our heart. Without any falter our eyes get closed, heart get blown and takes somewhere in heaven. This, not only gives us the sagacity of imagination but also the traditions and customs of our ancient fathers…

Even when we just hear the word Perfume, What first comes to our mind??

Floral, musky, delicate, bold, spicy, sweet, feminine, masculine are all words used to describe something very abstract, a scent.

To smell clean is to be clean… And we smell……

Smell is a window of our heart. Mothers and their babies bond through smell. Smell triggers memories buried long in our unconscious, as our sense of smell is linked directly to the limbic system, the oldest part of the brain, which is the seat of emotion and memory.

Alliance Française, she consigned me a sip of honey of French culture that I became wild to drink the whole bottle. We know, French are rich in each and every type of arty things. Apart of everything, Perfume is incomparable creation by the French, & it made me bound to go though those fragrance-ways they walked 300 years ago. When I started to learn about their perfume customs, it opened my senses.

History books said me it is the Egyptians who invented perfume as a way to anoint and embalm their dead. According to Wikipedia I got, the first perfumes were incense, which explains the actual origins of the word “perfume”. It comes from the Latin words, “per” and “fumus”, which mean “through” and “smoke”. So it was through the burning of resins and woods that these fragrances were achieved. And they were used for religious ceremonies.

I heard, it was in the 18th century that France was introduced with the smell of the perfume and later on perfume industry grown enormously. Now it has completely taken over the perfume industry. And you know what?

“Today French perfume is considered as the best and it is mostly used by upper strata of the society due to its expensive price.”

With the change in perfume industry in the technique, materials and style of perfume formulation, French perfume are now can be availed by the middle income group. Before that, it was considered as a product possessed by only the elite section of the society. Due to the development of new fragrances, perfume has undergone profound changes which helped to bring out the finest quality oil based French perfumes.  And, it made me happy cause at least I could buy one if  I can go to France someday.  Lolzz…

After browsing so many websites, I got Paris is a home for many worlds’ best selling perfumes. And the classic perfumes made by Channel, Yves Saint Laurent and Lagerfeld or Avant Gard perfumes of Jean Paul Gautier and French connection, after getting these names I just started explore their precious life stories along with their manifest creations. First of all its said that “the best French perfumes could be said to be that of “Chanel No. 5” by Coco Chanel and “Joy” by Jean Pateau”.

it was only a start of my journey…

A Glitter that is Real GOLD!!


Life was replying very slowly though I was feeling to be an inventor of nature and bustling through a big field where no marked way was…I dropped my BBA classes after reaching the 6th semester with a realization that my soul was never made to be a business learner… I was so afraid to close my eyes and draw the dream to be a fashion designer… that flame was burning in my soul, for that unfinished goal, to reach my destiny… but I was feeling like trapped in a four walled darkroom as if I had any old-liabilities with the sunshine…

May Queen, I met her with a thrust of wisdom in mind and a drawn picture of stairway to Paris, to touch my dream… to be a fashion student in such a place like Paris which itself an art… But I never knew that Alliance will open me so many windows to see the same sight in so many facets…

Yes, Alliance Française, my May Queen, gave me a disclosure in the first day I met her… still love that experience… when I was crossing the out-world through her door and looking to the sky, I saw the light was one step behind to melt in the dark when the birds were getting back to their home… while walking, suddenly looked left as my eyes were caught by so many rich-blended colors… Stopped for a while… got a little bit closer… saw so many vectors, faces, insignias and different sizes of art-words… got it now!! It was the notice board where so many advertisements and notices were pined and most of them were in French. My first feeling was WOW and second feeling was Never seen a confusing notice board like this.

It was looking like a craft that I went closer then got it!!

The previous line was the feeling of that time, but it was actually an art, because she gifted her children such belief to make things look like this.

& I started to glance around, there’s a garden right opposite of the board, I turned around and went to meet those flowers, they were still glowing in the dawn light, the greatest time to perceive beauty, the green leaves were about to sleep with a cover of darkness and those unknown flowers were smiling at me, somehow I felt they were saying me Welcome, I took their greetings and trying to reach the admission office, turned my head saw it was shining with golden illumination… really nice… took a walk and entered, there were so many books and the total room was so vivid with so many catalog paper of different courses… suddenly I saw the office personals were talking with each other in French, I was really enjoying listening them like any beatles number though I don’t know what were they saying…lolz…

Yah!! Someday I’m gonna speak like them… though someone was already there I was enjoying my time to look around of that room, with the bless of my waiting time got introduced with Mr. Shujit, I don’t know how? But he was talking to me like a family member or as if he knows me from so many days, it was my first experience in there which turned my thinking into a believe that Alliance is a fantasy, I took my admission and said to Mr. Shujit “Let me start my French class, everyday I’m gonna come to you for practice.. He said me bienvenue with a enthusiastic smile, I looked at him with a very confused face, then he laughed out and said “now it’s yours, French, it means Welcome” With those words i was really feeling Alliance covered me with her warm and soft fairy-wings… Eternal

Coming back from the admission office, her café bounded me to notice and enter there. So I took a right and stared up simple 3 steps and was about to enter, my eyes contacted with a guy who was clearing the floor, when he smiled at looking to my eyes, suddenly I felt a smooth flow of calm water inside my heart … his eyes were twinkling at me as he cleaned all the germs. Yah!! First time in my life I saw a cleaner to smile with a high-regarded delight… & it was a true happiness with a dedicated sea of respect. Got a little bit of understanding from that 3 second incident… This life is something that we persuade… we carry out to forward… so whatever we are or whoever… the peace is always with us, just we need to knock it out… entered the café with that sudden feeling and trying to find one answer…

Is that because he belongs to Alliance ??

I just pushed the door of café and the strange thing is, it was an ocean of colorful illumination where the lights and darkness were playing hide and seek. When I entered, I felt I’m a traveler of both time and space. My legs were walking such a way as I don’t have any control over it. And my eye-balls were moving so quickly to cover all the beauties as far as possible. There were so many photographs on the wall and they were so alive that I was feeling that I’m exploring the whole world in those valuable minutes. The pillars were painted with a thematic drawing of small fishes and horses. Those artistic chairs, round glass tables, even the left red shaded white cups on that table; it was something like HOW MUCH YOU TRY MY FRIEND, YOU CAN’T FIND ANYTING THERE THAT DOEST CONTAIN AN ART.

Even the persons who were sitting there, colors were also soothing through there eyes, faces. I took a coffee and while looking at them, my eyes went to a mirror where I found my face. You know what, I found those colors were reflecting through my eyes, face. Yes, I didn’t know when she put those unknown colors in my black and white soul. Feeling on that time was, someone is taking my everything without informing me, refining it and again putting it on it’s place.

I sat very calmly and stated to glance. Suddenly my eyes went to a door… outside of the door, it was bright light and yah, its day over there… but how is it possible?? Cause when I came, it was evening, I took my cell phone and saw the time, yah it’s 6:52 pm, How is it possible?? Just left the coffee there and went to discover very eagerly… just before 4-5 second of entering the door I realized Alliance made me fool again… it was the exhibition hall full of eminence … WHAT SHOULD I FEEL NOW??

Bothered??- That I didn’t finish seeing the café properly??

Surprised??- That the exhibition hall is so much live??

Deceived??- That she made me fool again???

By mixing all the feelings I was WONDERED that always I like to be… there was an exhibition was going on of oil paintings. I was alone there. I couldn’t hold myself to explore the artworks…they were so much……. What??? All the arts were started to pierce through all of my sense organs, I don’t know… may be I was hypnotized, I was hearing some footstep sounds, the melody was changing its dimension as I am waling one to another, sometime it was sounding like water bubbles, sometime night-waves and sometime falling leaves. It was the fantasy of those paintings operating my unconscious senses.

And I didn’t feel strange any more, by than I got her language… that’s the way she articulate,

“Wondering and wonderings, what place to rest the search?

The mighty jargon of heart, Hold the heavens from the earth”

And that was the tale of 1st meet of me & my may Queen!